Page 50 of Seeds of Malice

"But you're okay with me touching you, right? You want me to?" I goad, teasing her slit.

She doesn't say anything. She keeps inhaling sharp, short breaths, her gaze drilled into mine.

I kiss her, sliding my tongue against hers.

She returns my affection the moment our mouths meet.

I slide my finger through her pussy lips, and she moans.

Jesus fucking Christ.

She's fucking wet and perfect.

I kiss her chin and her neck, moving down to those fucking perfect C-cups I've been dying to get my mouth around.

I kiss both of them with butterfly kisses, loving how her chest rises and falls faster and the little sounds flying out of her. Then I decide it's game over.

I slide my finger inside her and suck on her breast, swirling my tongue around her tit and groaning.

"Oh Lord," she whimpers.

I pump and swirl my finger inside her slowly, then move my thumb over her clit. I reposition my face to her other breast, giving it the same attention I did the other one. Then I increase the pressure and suck harder.

"Oh...oh..." she barely gets out and grinds her hips into my hand.

I move the pillow from behind her, ordering, "Slide down."

She doesn't hesitate and obeys until she's fully on her back.

I kiss her as a reward, but then I leave her wanting more, pulling away, returning to her tits, and finally realizing what I've been missing all these years.

They're soft and palatable. They're not hard except for those pink nipples I suck and bite until they're red.

She whimpers louder.

I grunt. "Fuck, you have me so hard, baby girl." I move my hand from her pussy to my cock. I pump it a few times, then reach for her hand and curl her fingers around my erection. I study her.

She swallows hard.

"Have you felt anyone's dick before?"

"No," she replies, her voice cracking.

I squeeze her hand. "Good. My cock is yours. You can play with it. Use it for your pleasure. You can even kiss it. Do you want to kiss it, Ivy?" I give her a challenging stare mixed with my puppy dog eyes.

She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out.

"Don't be shy. Feel me," I demand.

Her thumb slowly moves across the tip.

I groan and close my eyes. "Baby girl, you don't know what you do to me."

She puts her lips against the curve of my neck, and electricity zaps down my spine.

My cock hardens further. I pin my gaze on hers and ask, "Do you like what you do to me?"

She nods, admitting, "Yeah, I just don't understand."

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